A ticking bomb. That’s me. If somebody cuts the wrong wire—boom! Everybody? Toasted. Fried.
I’m still wondering how Valerian isn’t melting yet. Can’t he feel me blowtorching him since we share the same space?
He’s got a lot of things to explain.
I should’ve kicked him in the face back when I had the chance.
I ate the oranges he gave me. I’m taking care of the flowers he gave me. I "kind of" welcomed him into my house. I let him join me in bed. I even let him kiss me. Hug me.
And this? This is the "unfinished business" he was talking about? I thought it was about "us". I thought he was doing something to put us back together. Then why the hell is he with that leech?!
"If looks could kill. He. Dead," someone snickered from behind me.
When I turned, I thought I’d gone blind. If there w
